I have been fortunate enough to come from a family that has always been there for me, no matter what. Like all other families we have our differences of opinions, our fall-outs, our arguments, but we always make up and all is well again. Even in my high school and college days – misbehaving in abundance – I had supportive parents who would discipline me, but always left the door open.
I was at the gas station filling up one day when I saw a boy in his teens. (I was a college student then.) I noticed there was something not quite right about the situation. He sat on the corner with his head hanging low. Then he saw a guy walking by and proceeded to ask him for change. The guy mocked him and laughed at him.
I was so saddened by this. I walked over to the boy and asked why he was out on the street on his own.
He told me he had been kicked out by his mom and dad and had nowhere to go. I was so upset but I managed to say, “Well, I think you should try and work things out with them but, until then, here’s a twenty.”
I walked away with tears in my eyes for the lonesome boy and a newfound appreciation for my parents, and the doors they always left open for their children.